"You are being exceptionally well behaved right now," Lenore agrees, letting her finger return, this time tracing along the neckline of her pet's shirt, hands soft and nails only slightly pointed. It's a continuing test of that good behavior, in addition to the other useful purposes of it. She can hear that quickened heartbeat, can smell the arousal. She knows exactly what kind of effect she's having.

"Tell me your name," Lenore commands, since that's the obvious next piece of information she requires, the test of whether her pet will give her that amount of trust. It's certainly not the request that Nightie had suggested, but Lenore wants it to be clear where the lines of power are here. She commands, her pet obeys. That's how this is going to work.